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Why I Don’t Have a Best Friend.
It used to bother me that I didn’t have a “bestie”. I thought I was a little bit less, somehow, because I couldn’t name someone as my exclusive nearest and dearest in the realms of friendship. You know the kind. The kind who proudly declared that I was their BFF and I could declare it back. Joined at the hip. We might have crawled around in...
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The Measure of a True Friend
I have acoupla thousand ‘friends’ across my different social media platforms and other connections. As a measure of my friendship support, most would say I’m in a good position, right? Perhaps you’re the same. Relatively well endowed in the ‘friend’ or ‘follower’ department. But what happens when things get tough? Most of us don’t share the reality of life on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat… we...
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REJECTED.
I’m gonna start this post by saying that I love my kids, BUT… I love my kids but sometimes I question if they love me back. Never is this more pronounced than school holidays, when my teacher husband is home for great chunks of time and there is the wonderful expectation of family time, of the house buzzing with fun and memory-making. My heart...
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You Forgot One Love Language, Mr Chapman!
I’d just done the groceries. I was standing at the boot unloading bags of shopping while simultaneously instructing Master Five to jump in the car, and placating Miss Two with offers of treats if she just sits tight in the trolley until I’d finished. It’s always a tricky moment that follows. Do I strap both kids into the car and make a dash to...
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Into the Secret Garden of His Presence
I’d been thinking it all wrong. We were in church, singing. I love singing those songs that carry me to a place of peace and worship, songs that focus my attention on what I wish I’d been focusing on all week long; God’s love for me. So many distractions, still. I squeezed my eyes shut, raised my hands, palms up, surrender. When distractions buzz around...
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Thanks for the tips Mr Biddulph: 3 Ways to Support Girls
There I was, standing in my bedroom, selecting an outfit for the day ahead. Little Miss Two was at my side, as usual, watching my every move. I chose my super slimming, high-rise, black jeans, the ones that take a fair bit of jiggling to get on. A merino long-sleeved top (a thermal, in other words, I live in Tasmania afterall). And a light grey...
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Name Your Happiness Serum
What would you do if you were given a second chance at life? I mean, you were on your death bed, doctors were shaking their heads, your family was preparing for life without you in it – and then you drew breath, emerged from the coma, beat the odds. What would you do if you were given a second chance at life? One of...
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A Wild Child of God
I’m no footy head. I do read the newspaper, but to be completely honest, as far as I’m concerned it ends after the classifieds. What’s that? There’s a sports section? Nope. Don’t believe it. So it was hubby who alerted me to an article on former rugby league player Jarryd Hayne (aren’t we the stereotypical couple!). This guy used to play fullback for the...
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Two Victims or Two Gifts
My children have terribly picky eating habits. “Man cannot live on honey sandwiches alone!” I’ve often said to my five-year-old, who laughs and parrots back, “I can, mummy!” A rare breakthrough in the consumption of greens came when a friend bought said child a gardening kit complete with terra-cotta pot, paint and paintbrush for decorating, and a packet of watercress seeds. He painted a face...
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Teaching Kids about Inner Beauty
Two pears sit on a bench. One is shiny, smooth, moderate in size, even-shaped and golden in colour. The other is much bigger, lop-sided, its skin rough and speckled brown, green and gold. I know which pear my children would choose. The same pear that most of the thinking population would choose, no doubt. The one that came from a regulated environment, selected for...
